A tryst with a colleague's mother. All sex is consensual and all characters are eighteen years or older. Rather heavy on panty fetish. This is a fantasy so request that the reader look past inconsistencies in location specific language, spelling or places.
My friend Anirudh rushed to my desk one day and announced that his parents were coming over to visit very shortly. Their trip had been approved! That was all he could talk about for the next few days. I was happy for him and started asking him a lot of questions. Oddly enough, he only spoke about his father. How he and his dad would go to the football games and on boating and fishing trips. How his dad was a exotic car enthusiast and how they would rent such cars over the weekends and go on rides. He would show his dad the local historic cricket fields and go to games, sometimes even in London. He talked a lot about his dad, which prompted me to ask, "Hey, Anirudh. Isn't your mother coming too?" And he said, "Yeah, yeah. But, you know, she..she is a housewife. She is not interested in all this. She will spend most of her time cooking and watching TV and movies. Yeah."
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I worked for an India-based insurance company. My team was located in a small suburb of London and were a close knit group with most of us living in the same block of flats. We met often, during festivals and celebrations and the like.
Anirudh was the first to get his parents over to visit. Most of us were just waiting for the right time. His father quickly adjusted to our lifestyle. I gathered that he was really looking forward to this visit. But I could see from the very first day that his mother, who I called Rekha-aunty, found it very difficult. She had no companions of her age and she felt out of place. While the girls in the flat complex went on walks, or shopping or to the movies together, I often saw her alone, looking forlorn and sad.
It was very easy to see the dynamic being played out in Anirudh's house, which was something very common back home in India. A dominant male, head of the household. A quiet, submissive, subservient female. The other younger male(s) in the house taking their cues from the elder male on how to behave towards and treat the females of the house.
Anirudh and his dad did not blatantly abuse Rekha-aunty. But their verbal barbs and the way they treated her in front of others made me feel sorry for her. She was not allowed to open her mouth in others' company, and was almost always confined to the kitchen. I observed them commanding and ordering her around even in my presence. One day Anirudh even had the temerity to comment on her cooking while I was invited to dinner. Anirudh's dad also joined in berating her. I could see the embarrassment on her face at this treatment. I would not have dreamt of doing this to my mother in a million years!
Anirudh had given her a laptop with a DVD drive and he told me that he rented local language DVDs from that shop in the Indian Market, and that his mother spent time watching those movies.
At least she had that, I told myself.
I had found out that Rekha-aunty had grown up in a town not too far from the one where I spent my youth upto when I went to work in the big city. In the few times that we were able to chat, we found a lot of common things to talk about, mostly relating to our hometowns and the surrounding areas. It seemed to me that aunty married very young. Though Arun and I were of the same age, she was much younger than my mother. I liked being around her. I even managed to accompany her for some distance on her walks, giving some excuse or another to be close to her. But even at those times she used to look around furtively to see if anyone had seen her talking to me. I, of course, made sure to approach her only when Anirudh and his dad were away.
Rekha-aunty was very, very fair. I was the typical rural South Indian. Tall, slim and very dark. She had long, heavy hair that she took care of very well. Her braids were thick and when she flung it over her shoulder and onto the front of her body, she reminded me of a sexy, seductive movie star. She was unlike most Indian ladies and mothers of that time. She appeared to be physically fit. I wondered if it was natural or if she was secretly working out. She did not have fat hanging under her arms and her belly was relatively flat. The flesh on her radiant face was tight and without any wrinkles or lines. She had a nice behind. Not too big and not too small either. Her sari was wound tight on her ass and I ogled her from behind every chance I got. I kept reminding myself that she was Arun's mother.
But one night I found myself fantasizing about her! Fuck! That night, as was usual, I was lying in my bed, watching porn on my laptop and jerking off before I fell asleep. Instead of fantasizing about the girls at work or my colleagues' wives, I found myself thinking about Rekha-aunty! Her thick thighs outlined under her sari. Her exposed hips showing her nice curves, her wide waist. Her bra straps clearly visible under her blouse.
I fisted my thick, heavy penis and thought about the time I caught her once (just once) squatting down to get something from a lower shelf in her kitchen and found myself looking at her tight ass, wondering what kind of panties she was wearing under there.
Another time (just once) I saw her stretch her arms up, this time getting something from a top shelf that was out of reach for her and I saw her beautiful tits from the side, raised and held tight by her bra, the cups of her bra themselves clearly visible through the sheer material of her blouse and the nipples poking out and the areola pressed hard against her bra. That time I went into the kitchen to help her and she gratefully smiled at me, but I knew she had caught me peeking down the front of her blouse, which she hastily adjusted.
I grabbed my cock and stroked it, imagining doing to Rekha-aunty what the guy in the video was doing to his woman.
I rammed my cock in and out of Rekha-aunty's creaming cunt. After a while I jumped up and cradled her face in my hands and mouth-fucked her. Then suddenly and abruptly I turned her around and parted her ass cheeks and fucked her in the ass, her asshole was very dark and the skin on her ass crack was darker still compared to the rest of her body. All this time Rekha-aunty was submissive and cooperative, letting me do as I pleased. She groaned and moaned and let out all those sexy, erotic noises. And finally I pulled my dick out of her ass, and she turned to accept my cum on her face. I plunged my thick dick into her mouth and at the very last instant I pulled it out and sprayed her face with ropes of my hot, sticky cum. Some of it fell on her eyes, nose and lips. Fuck! Rekha-aunty! I screamed into my pillow. Jerking off to aunty felt soooo good! But man, I was twenty four and still a virgin and Rekha-aunty was my friend's mother! What the fuck! I repeated this in the morning in front of the full length mirror I had in my room.
The second weekend that they were here, Anirudh and his dad had to go out to watch a local football game, and he requested that I take Rekha-aunty to the nearby Indian market to get the weekly groceries and DVDs and the like. I readily agreed.
While quiet and timid when Arun and his father were around, I found she was quite talkative, inquisitive and almost bold in talking to me, which I liked. She asked about my family back home, my mother and father and the like. Then in due course, the talk turned to marriage and she asked, "Arun, are you parents looking out for a girl for you?"
I said, "Oh no, Rekha-aunty. I am not ready yet. There's still time."
She asked, "Or is it that you have a girl in mind?"
"Ha ha, aunty! No nothing like that. I will probably just be normal. Get hitched to a girl my parents agree on. But I have told them to wait for a few more years."
On the way back from the Indian store, on a whim I said to her, "Aunty, why don't you come to my flat for a change. Let me make my special tea and we can have it with the snacks I bought."
She just laughed, "What! You making tea for me? Really! I have to see that! Arun and his dad never even step into the kitchen!"
So we came back to my flat and as I busied myself in my small kitchen, Rekha-aunty walked around looking at things. We kept our conversation going, with her shouting out questions and I answering from the kitchen. This went on for a while. But suddenly I realized that there was no sound from aunty for a while! What was she doing?
